VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON TWO
EPISODE 3
plea-se do my sister, I am solidly behind you. I added up.
A day later, Akua called me in tears.
Hello Brenda, plea-se tell me what is going on between my husband and your sister. plea-se tell me.
Calm down Akua, what is happening? Why the tears? I inquired.
I went to see my husband this morning, only to meet your sister sitting with my husband at the gate.
I greeted them both and demanded to speak with my husband in pri-vate, but your sister denied me the right.
The issue bec@m£ exchange of words between she and I. She then ordered the personal guards in the house to manhandle me out of the house.
Brenda plea-se talk to me, what is happening? She lamented.
Akua, what was your husband’s reaction during the incidence? I asked.
He looked unperturbe-d Brenda. My husband never uttered a word, he looked like he’s un-der a spell.
Brenda plea-se help me, I don’t want to loose my husband. Akua responded in tears.
Akua, you don’t have to give up on your husband, continue showing him love in order to win him back, because he is yours. As you know, I am no longer staying in that house, and I can’t precisely tell what is happening there. I responded.
What do you suggest I do Brenda? She asked in tears still.
Akua, can you take care of your husband when he is jobless?
If you can, then I suggest you go there every day to demand to see him, until it irritates my father to sack him from the house. I responded.
I’ve heard you Brenda. I value my husband more than money.
I nee-d my husband to make me whole, and my children nee-d him to grow. I won’t stay aloof and watch any riff raff take him away. Akua responded confidently.
I’m glad to hear that Akua. Now go ahead and fight for your right. I urged and hanged up.
Days pas-sed, and my stay in the hospital gradually bec@m£ tough because of that so called doctor.
He began turning all the staff against me.
Nob©dy greeted me nor responded to my greetings, but I wasn’t much bothered. I was in the hospital to work to improve upon my self and the service to humanity. I thought.
One dawn at 4am, I had a call from a colleague of mine called Abisaa.
Hello Brenda, I am not feeling too well this morning, I have vomited throu-ghout the night, but you know how this work is, even if you are sick, you have to work and later go for treatment.
I called to plead with you to clean my portion for me when you get to the workplace, and I promise to do it for you when you find yourself in this kind of situation. She pleaded.
Abisaa, I will do it for you, but plea-se, never do a favor and expect a favor.
Disappointment is as a result of unreturned favor.
I will do this favor and expect a blessing from God, and not the vice versa. I responded.
Thanks so much Brenda, God bless you. She responded.
And bless you too my sister, but plea-se, try as much as possible to come for treatment. I stated and hanged up.
I quic-kly dressed up and set off to work.
I must go early to cover up for Abisaa. I thought.
When I got to her unit, before I could open the door, I heard voices.
I stood there for a while waiting for whoever was there to finish, so that I can go in there to clean.
How do you suggest we do it? Taking seven pints of blood from him will result to his death. One of the voices said.
And who cares? You are talking as if you are new here, this is what we’ve been doing to get money into our pockets.
If you care to know, we sell patients blood to get money. Whether they will die or survive, we don’t care. Another person responded.
quic-kly, I drew closer to the door.
God of Israel, who are these people? Who are these people ma-king money at the expense of patients lives? I thought sadly.
Let’s come to a conclusion and leave here, the cleaner might soon be here. One of them stated.
Yes you are right. Now, our targeted patients are those who are critically ill.
We will take them one after the other to the laboratory tomorrow to draw their blood. One of them responded.
That’s alright boss, but how many are they? My staff at the laboratory must get the right information to help them prepare adequately. The other person asked.
They are three in number. The first voice responded.
On that note, this meeting is over, we will meet again when there is more request of blood from those billionaire ritualists. He added.
I quic-kly hid un-der a bench in fear and panic.
Minutes later, the door opened and the doctor, with the laboratory incharge and the intensive care unit incharge c@m£ out of the room.
I la-id down quietly with tears streaming down my cheeks.
So this is what these people do in this hospital? Sell patients blood to ritualists for money? God!
I got up from there and walked into the room to clean. I must do this to cover up for Abisaa, and thank God I am the official cleaner for the laboratory, I must buy a c@m£ra today and secure it at the blood donor unit. I thought quic-kly.
After work that day, I went to a shop and bought the c@m£ra with my entire savings.
Life is not life until it is well lived.
Stay true to yourself and others.
Brenda, speak for the poor. I soliloquised.
VOICE FOR THE POOR… SEASON TWO
EPISODE 4
Brenda, speak for the poor. I soliloquised.
Early the next dawn, I sneaked into the hospital and placed the c@m£ra at the targeted place.
God, should I wait for them to kill these three patients to get evidence or I should call the police?
What if I call the police and happens that my ears deceived me? In that case, they can sue me for character defamation.
This is serious, what do I do? What? I thought confusedly.
Work started and everyb©dy in the facility was up and going.
I could see the doctor frequenting the laboratory busily.
I could see the intensive care unit staff transporting the patients one after the other to the lab.
I couldn’t simply control my tears from flowing. So are these people going to die? I thought in pain.
Finally, the day was over and I left the workplace for the house.
The following morning, I sneaked into the lab to pick the c@m£ra.
I quic-kly went to hide somewhere to watch what it captured.
Unfortunately for me, the be-d was positioned away from where I secured the c@m£ra. I could only here voices and nothing else.
Damn, how could I have missed this opportunity? How? I thought.
Suddenly, a voice called me from behind.
Brenda, what are you doing here?
I nearly dropped the c@m£ra.
It was one of my colleagues, Ama.
Nothing much Ama, I’m just thinking throu-gh life. I responded smartly and kept the c@m£ra inside my pocket.
Life indeed is stressful and painful. She said.
Can you imagine three people are dead at the intensive care unit? That unit is cursed. The moment you are transferred there, it means your life has come to an end. She narrated.
What! Those three people really died? I screamed in shock.
Do you know them? Or did anyone tell you they were going to die? Ama asked.
I don’t know them Ama, but I overheard some of the relatives discussing their condition. I responded smartly.
Anyway, I must get back to my unit now, I saw you from a distance and decided to check up on you. She responded and walked away.
I wallowed in sadness and pain. I couldn’t do anything to save these people, even though I knew their lives were in danger.
The next day, I got to the workplace in the morning and kept the c@m£ra at where the be-d was positioned.
There was no patient at the intensive care unit, so I had to wait for a while.
It was as if every family was afraid of that unit, talk of bringing their relatives there.
Months later, I decided to go for the c@m£ra, after I realised they had brou-ght a patient there.
I climbe-d up the ceiling and just when I was descending, I saw someone staring at me from below.
I nearly swallowed my ton-gue.
Hey you, what did you go to do on t©p of the ceiling? He asked.
Eeeerrrrmmm, I heard some insects ma-king noise and I decided to check on them.
Wow wow wow! You are not the only person in this unit who nee-ds evidence for personal benefit, I equally nee-d one.
I only relaxed with mine, the very day I saw you hiding the c@m£ra here, and I’ve been monitoring your movement since. Don’t forget, I am the security man in this unit. He stated.
Come on bro, what c@m£ra are you talking about? I acted up.
The very one you just hid in your pocket.
Brenda or whatever you call yourself, let’s st©p pla-ying smart on each other and think of a better way to get money out of this evidence. He added.
I don’t know what you are talking about. If you don’t mind, I will like to take my leave. I brushed him off.
If you dare move an inch, I will raise an alarm.
You and I know how much Doctor Boadi hates you, if pl@ythe buffoonery, I will call him here. He threatened.
Calm down my brother, I don’t nee-d this evidence for money, I nee-d it for justice. I responded.
Are you the only stupid person in this country? What justice are you talking about, when everyone in this country, including the president, is thinking of the betterment of himself and his family? He asked.
Bro, there is something called individual differences. I have my aim, so does anyb©dy. I don’t intend to make money out of people’s misfortunes, money should be earned throu-gh ha-rd work. plea-se un-derstand me. I responded calmly.
Spare me the sermon and give the c@m£ra to me, if you dare try to move, everyone will hear about us. He threatened again.
Alright, I will give the c@m£ra to you, but promise you are going to seek justice for the victims after ma-king your money. I pleaded.
Justice will naturally prevail after the evidence comes out. He responded.
I gave him the c@m£ra and walked out of the room. Just then, I met Doctor at the entrance.
Who is in the blood donor center? He asked with all seriousness.
plea-se it’s the security man. I responded.
He walked pas-s me into the room.
Seconds later, I could hear him screaming.
Give that c@m£ra to me! Hey, how did you get this video? He yelled.
It belongs to the cleaner boss, I was not the one who recorded it. The security man responded in a trembling voice.
I just knew the worst has happened!
Trouble ahead. I thought.
Brenda, if you get into trouble, who will be the voice for the poor? I thought in fear.
To be continued..